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Jun 20, 2006 18:22

(( Quick note: In speech regular text is Ed, blue text is the "other"  who has taken over here. Ed won't remember this later. ))

Edward--or it seems to be him--almost seems to bounce into the Nexus, sitting in a conveniently-placed chair and crossing his legs almost girlishly. Anyone who's seen him, especially for the past couple of days, knows immediately that this is unusual in itself. One would have to wonder if he may have had too much to drink, but on closer inspection the slight flush to his cheeks is due to powder and blush. Come to think of it, that may also have to do with the more feminine style of clothing he's in--jeans low on the hips, a tighter shirt, and none of that pesky, figure-killing coat. He hates that coat.

"So, normally I'd leave the kid to himself at a time like this, but I've got a question." He inspects his nails with a disdainful little frown--ugh. Men take no care of their hands, honestly. "What do you do when you're stuck with someone who really needs his alone time, but refuses to take it? That is, a guy in mourning who refuses to stop trying to take care of everyone else and just MOURN already."
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